Chapter 633: Five Hundred Thousand, Oh Five Hundred Thousand

"Concert Seriously Over Time! Zhou Yi Fined Five Hundred Thousand!"

"The Wanderer Returns Home!"

"Five Hundred Thousand for Half an Hour, Zhou Yi Claims He Can Take a Yearly Subscription!"

"Fans' Sincere Confession, Zhou Yi the Tiger Shed Tears!"

"Is Zhou Yi's Concert Suspected to Be a Marriage Proposal Scene?"

"..."

The next day, whether it was local media in Shangrao or from other regions, any outlet with even a slight connection to entertainment placed a photo of Zhou Yi standing alone under the spotlight, tapping along with the fans, on their front pages—

And on the three stands facing him, extremely clear slogan banners explained perfectly why Zhou Yi had shown such a rare emotional fluctuation during the concert.

Shangrao local reporters even captured a photo of Zhou Yi looking up, with what appeared to be glistening tears in his eyes.

The lights happened to fall at the exact moment he looked up, chasing the teardrops within his constantly scattering eyesockets, occasionally reflecting dazzling light.

"Oh my god! Holy crap! Did Zhou Yi really cry?!"

"That doesn't make sense, why would he cry?! This is the first time this guy has shown such an emotion, right? What happened at the Shangrao show?"

"Remote-controlled planes? 'Welcome Home Zhou Yi'? So many of them, and none crashed?"

"Seems like he didn't cry; there are no photos of him with tears streaming down his face."

"Nonsense, this clearly shows he was forcing the tears back; he's too proud, stubborn, you know."

"..."

Zhou Yi's concert was already highly watched, but this time there were no guest performers; Zhou Yi sang the entire show from start to finish alone, making the contrast in his state before and after even more obvious.

From joking and laughing at the beginning to silence at the end, a romantic confession where fans and idol ran towards each other.

Many fans who attended the show posted their reviews on major forums immediately, making everyone else envious and setting off a huge wave.

After a night of discussion and bumping posts by the night owls, the top post on Tianya the next day was just four characters— "Zhou Yi Cried".

This title was far too misleading.

Since his debut, the image Zhou Yi presented to the public was either arrogant and domineering or a talented playboy. Not only did he love whoever he saw, but he also frequently picked a fight with someone and beat them up, making him the most unscrupulous and lawless person in the entertainment industry.

It was this very person who cried?

What an international joke.

Finally, someone couldn't stand his arrogance and beat him until he cried?

Relying on the extreme contrast brought by the title and the first-hand on-site photos from Sohu News, this post successfully sparked massive discussion—

Under Sohu's exclusive news, it was packed with onlookers seeking entertainment and fans feeling heartache, once causing Sohu News's rotten orange servers to spin the webpage loading circle endlessly and crash directly.

You have to know that as the portal website with the hottest momentum right now, the importance of Sohu News within its group was self-evident; every configuration used the best available, yet even with that, excessive instantaneous traffic still took the servers offline.

The power of a top streamer, terrifying indeed!

Only after understanding the full story did the largest group of onlookers finally spot the key point—

"This is the first time Zhou Yi has been moved by fans to this extent, right?"

"I still don't believe someone as proud as him would cry; I feel the pressure from public opinion over the past few days was too great, and once emotions collapse, they are hard to pull back."

"Agreed; in America, it's said he didn't even cry when threatened by 50 Cent with a gun, so why cry just because of fan support?"

"..."

While the onlookers here were still observing calmly and analyzing carefully, enjoying the discussion of Zhou Yi's state, the Zhou Yi hardcore fan group over there was exploding—

The basic viewpoint, however, was consistent with the onlookers: the public pressure criticizing his fourth album over the past few days was too great, causing Zhou Yi's emotions to nearly collapse without any preparation this time.

"It's because no one reached out to help him!"

"What Sun Yanzi, what Xiao Yaxuan, what Fan Bingbin, and that ghost Zhou Jielun, Tao Zhe, Wang Lihong, they are all fair-weather friends!"

"Not a single person offered support; Zhou Yi even saved Zhou Jielun's life before, and this is how Zhou Jielun repaid him? He can't even say a word of support?!"

"To be honest, there was Huang Zhan."

"What use is he? He's been out of the game for who knows how long! His TV shows have been cancelled, what status does he have left?"

"As expected, only us fans are willing to support Zhou Yi unconditionally."

"Zhou Yi looks so pitiful; he seems like he's about to shatter, wuwuwu..."

"He is too successful, so many people ignore that he is actually just a child in his twenties..."

"Clearly striving for glory for the country abroad, yet here at home there are still colonized people dragging him down, constantly criticizing him and trying to tear him down and smear him..."

If the general public was mostly just watching the spectacle, then in the fan circle track, the news "Zhou Yi Cried" was equivalent to a heavy bomb, blowing everyone off their feet—

That man who was always proud as a scorching sun in public also had moments of tender tears and tragic drama.

This was extremely painful for the old fans who had followed Zhou Yi all along, while the new fans who joined during the Emperor period were cursing their mothers directly.

This was Zhou Yi's first time shedding tears, because of the fans' support for him.

Fans had expressed their support for him at various occasions before; why didn't he cry then, but cried specifically at this Shangrao show?

The hardcore fans each felt their hearts cut like a knife, fully immersed, and the emotional ones were even dropping little pearls of tears pata-pata.

Those with strong combat power and strong action power went directly to raid other singers' fan blogs—

"Zhou Stutterer, you stuttering thing! Damn it, fans still jumping, I hope you stutter for a lifetime just like your idol! Ungrateful scum!"

"Xiao Yaxuan's fans, f*** your orphan mother, you deserve to be fatherless for a lifetime; Zhou Yi helped you so much and you didn't even lift a finger!"

"Zhang Shaohan, stop pretending to be Zhou Yi's fangirl, go die soon! Dying early means you don't have to support your parents, a hypocritical filial daughter."

"Fan Bingbin is a thankless wolf; she backstabbed Qiong Yao before and now won't help Zhou Yi, selfish to the extreme, just go be a three-star dog for Huayi, okay? Take off your clothes and crawl into the dog kennel, you waste! A life of being a maid!"

"Sun Yanzi, take the money Zhou Yi earned for you and go back to Singapore to open a papaya pork rib shop, okay? Don't come out and disgust people!"

"..."

Including Sun Yanzi, all the fan blogs of familiar singers were completely flooded; the highly crystallized Zhou Yi extreme hardcore fans cursed so badly it stirred up a thousand waves, fighting one against eighteen...

Yes, eighteen.

In front stood Sun, Xiao, Fan, Zhang, Zhou, Tao, and others; behind came Lu Yi, Zhou Xun, Qin Lan, and other mainland actor-circle acquaintances of Zhou Yi. The eighteen-route diehard fans, driven red-hot by the abuse, could no longer endure this and rose up to resist fan-circle bullying, earning them the title of the eighteen-route warlords of the fan circle.

"Zhou Yi made the album himself; isn't he allowed to be called ugly?"

"You who brag day and night about bringing glory to the country—Zhou Yi sang in Chinese, didn't he? Don't you have any idea about the overseas sales figures of Chinese songs?"

"Damn it, every fan will eventually catch syphilis; your brains aren't normal!"

"Cry your damn cry; you cry over a photo from just one angle. Is your master's tear duct made of a faucet?"

"Damn it, Zhou Yi probably went to Hong Kong, inhaled too much, and ruined his tear ducts; what are you dogs barking about?"

"..."

While this side fought the eighteen-route warlords, the extreme Yi-fans on the other side simply grouped up and ran to the blogs of those public intellectuals still attacking Zhou Yi, furiously insulting them, even demanding they pay out of their own pockets to compensate Zhou Yi for a loss of five hundred thousand.

"Zhou Yi has never been fined for overtime before; this time he was directly fined five hundred thousand! Isn't that because of you damn people?!"

"You damn things!"

"I'll fuck your mother!"

"Five hundred thousand! Pay back the money!"

"Five hundred thousand! Compensate the money!"

"Five hundred thousand! Compensate the money!"

Because of the fine against Zhou Yi that was reported, five hundred thousand directly became a synonym for "colonized person" in the mouths of this group of extreme fans.

In their view, Zhou Yi cried upon seeing support because of pressure; why was there pressure? Naturally, it was because this group of colonized people was pressuring him with unprecedented pressure; so if you don't pay the compensation, who will?

They originally intended to say "pay back the money," but after initial discussion, they felt the character "pay back" could not reflect the grievance Zhou Yi suffered; his mental state was injured, and he should rightfully receive compensation.

Five hundred thousand! Compensate the money!

The public intellectuals couldn't hold it in anymore; how did they suddenly have the title "five hundred thousand" added to their heads for no reason?

Still spamming the screen?

Do you even want to keep running my blog?

Those who don't know might think we are deadbeats who owe money and won't repay it; we are decent, elite intellectuals!

Zhou Yi couldn't hold it in anymore either.

He had already been kicked out of his own three fan groups for making "weak surrender statements"; all his months of lurking and creating accounts were wasted.

If loyalty isn't absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal.

In this great battle where you help your brother fight the whole world single-handedly, you still "sit on the fence, remain neutral, and make bad statements"?

"Is there a possibility that I was just moved by the scenery in my hometown?"

Zhou Yi felt somewhat melancholy.

When the fan base grows large, it is hard to manage people's hearts.

"Hahahaha! Serves you right!"

On the phone, Sun Yanzi, overjoyed, was laughing so hard she nearly split: "The insults from your fans are truly ugly; even I, with such a good temper, would turn red-hot just reading them. But since you were also insulted, it doesn't matter; I feel comfortable now."

"You called me just to say this?" Zhou Yi glanced sideways at the air: "Be careful, or I'll come find trouble for you when I return."

"Lalala, am I afraid of you? I don't even have a job now, so how could there be trouble to find me?"

Sun Yanzi's tone was exceptionally proud: "I'm just preparing for the Spring Festival Gala next; I'm going up to sing 'Meet You,' you know?"

"Not interested; I can just hop on the Spring Festival Gala whenever; there's no difficulty at all."

"Damn!"

Sun Yanzi laughed and cursed: "Oh right, the online voting results for Jay Chou are out too; he's also going on the Spring Festival Gala, singing the song 'Dragon Fist,' but he seems to have to do a pre-recorded broadcast, which is a bit more troublesome than us."